The previous train broke down again. Crap. What is wrong with AMTRAK? They've been running these trains for decades. Can't they get them more reliable? This means there are no seats because the previous trainload of people are already on my train--and they're pissed because they are an hour or more behind schedule. Sure enough, I am one of the first to board...
(2002 Millie Teases If you are not a legal adult where you live, do not continue. If you object to frank depictions of human sexuality, do not continue. If your personal moral beliefs require you to object to descriptions and depictions of non-reproductive sexual intercourse between unmarried persons, do not continue. In short, what follows is intentionally...
I had noticed him looking at me a few times on the train, a glance that seemed to say he was doing more than just looking around. I was instantly attracted to him as well, dark looks and blue eyes pulled straight from my dreams. We had never spoken but the bustle of the morning and evening commute sometimes jostled us nearer to each other so I could smell hi...
Several weeks after I had been with the owl girl it was the end of semester, and I was going back to my home town in the north of the state. Previously I had done the fourteen hour trip in the second class coaches on the train (sitting up or sleeping on the luggage racks), but this time I had booked a sleeper. As it was the winter break, the nights were long...
She arrives at the train station well in advance of her scheduled train. With time to spare, her thoughts wander in anticipation of this new adventure. Nervously, she finds a spot to sit down on a nearby bench as she waits for her train. Although she knew that leaving behind everything she had known was going to be rough, she never anticipated that it would...
*Author's Note: This is my first attempt at one of the shorter "stroker" style of stories. I actually intended this story to be shorter and get to the action more quickly, but it still develops more quickly than my typical stories. I hope you like it!* ***** I was already running late for work as I jogged down the platform. I ran as fast as my kitten heels...
"Severe delays on the Northern line," the announcer was saying as I rushed into London Bridge Station; "...signal failure between Camden Town and..." Damn! "Good service on all other underground lines..." And so it was that I was crowding onto a packed Jubilee line train in the middle of the afternoon. It was hot, really hot... that stifling, muggy, still...
It was a beautiful summer morning in London and as Jonathan left his apartment he anticipated an exciting day ahead of him. He was heading for the local underground station and it was rush hour, for most travelers this time of day was a nightmare but for Jonathan it offered new opportunities and excitement. To a passerby he looked to be an ordinary jogger...
London Underground five stops after he speaks she answers —Robert Moyer The question hung in the air almost as if John could see each word lingering about the other passengers on the Metro, the letters getting tangled in hair, the question mark hooking on someone's ear and the single errant "y" tucking itself into an attractive woman's cleavage. It seemed...
One minute passes. The subway train has still yet to arrive. Within the station, many people push forward, causing it to get even more crowded between the dirty concrete walls. It seems everyone wants to take the 8:30 train. Faye, a dark haired working class woman, stands between a pole and a few junkies. This was the last place she wanted to be. It was grit...